Paris 1931.

The bustling crowd of hurrying people, the barking of dogs, small shops and the sound of trains arriving. Those were the sounds of your home.

The small hidden place in the roof of the huge trainstation in Paris next to the clock was the only place you could call home. Alone. The room with a huge window with a view out on paris and into the grande hall of the station has always been an impressive sight. Since your parents died and your uncle too, you had to live alone.

Alone with the love of your life: Watches and clocks, fixing or creating them. The functioning of the different types, gears and all that stuff just facinated you and was the only thing that your father had left you.

But living as an orphan with no job made your survival hard. Daily stealing of break, milk and barely any meat, sometimes were a dangerous game because of the guards.

Today you were unlucky again. After snitching gears for some of your broken watches you suddenly saw a man and a woman with a younger man, about 17 years old, your age, propably their son, standing on the side of the tracks and talking to some other man. They looked rich. Very rich. Slowly you approached them and spotted some money in the man's jacket pocket. But as soon as you wanted to grab the cash, the man suddenly grabbed your wrist painfully and stared at you. Fear cursed through you, your gaze flickered around and landed on the handsome young man who watched the scene and his father...